Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.